Difficulties
It’s not that I don’t have things to write about. I do. And it’s not that I can’t think of the words to say what I want to say. I can. It’s that the thread connecting one idea to the…
It’s not that I don’t have things to write about. I do. And it’s not that I can’t think of the words to say what I want to say. I can. It’s that the thread connecting one idea to the…

The arguments against perfectionism are well-established at this point. It’s easy to spend forever trying to make something better, to improve it by repeated half-strides towards some theoretical optimum. It’s easy to get trapped in that mindset and thereby never…
I ran out of time and the work I had wasn’t coming together so no post today. Here’s another compensatory music that I made last month.
Fuck it, writing is impossible. All of the words I have are either dumb and self-indulgent or dumb and overdramatic or dumb and untruthful or some combination of those. I’m not sure what my point is, I am increasingly uncertain…
I’m not sure what to say any more. I want to say something new and insightful, something beautiful and deep. I want to riff on an idea, to take it and transform it and expound upon it, want to pounce…
Things stop me from creating. Most of them stem from myself, seemingly, but that may be an illusion: If the thing we are trying to achieve must be routed through one’s heart, as with the process of creation, then it…
I’m noticing that I tend to start a lot of these updates off by talking about what a weird week it was, which seems like a bad habit. That said, it was still kind of a weird week. I may…